Dying Wish Ch. 03

Mom moved a few feet away, now standing at the foot of the bed, and began removing her dress while I stepped out of my underwear and took off my socks. Naturally, I finished long before she did, and so I stood facing Mom, my erection bobbing in front of me as I watched her get undressed. The style of dress she was wearing didn't allow for a bra, and so those delicious mounds were the first to catch my eye as Mom's dress slid to the floor, but then my eyes quickly focused on the tiny thong panties she had on underneath. They were blue, matching the color of her dress, and easily the sexiest underwear I'd ever seen on a woman. I watched in awe as they now slid down Mom's curvy hips, revealing her beautifully shaved mound, and then saw her pull the blankets to the side and get into my bed.

"Come, James, I want to feel you next to me," Mom said with an almost husky sigh, holding out a hand for me once more. I crawled on top of her and held her in my arms, kissing her long and deep, which initiated another long make out session, although this time our kissing was much more energetic, even frantic. I had a hard time keeping up with her, just trying to do the best I could. I could feel Mom's hands all over me, exploring my body, spending most of the time shamelessly squeezing and caressing my ass, and I immediately thought back to all the girls that had made comments about my rear being one of my most attractive features. Evidently, Mom had made the same observation, as she couldn't seem to get enough of my bum. That was fine by me, as I could already feel my lack of skills and experience as a lover becoming an apparent issue, and so anything that apparently gave her pleasure came as a relief to me.

The feel of her naked body against mine, with my cock grinding against her mound, leaking copious amounts of precum onto her and the bed as we passionately kissed was more than adequate foreplay for me, but for a seasoned woman like Mom... It was hard for me to imagine that I'd be able to satisfy her anywhere near she could with me, but this was going to have to suffice. Looking at my picture, I again couldn't help but wonder how Mom could ever become so infatuated with me, especially considering all the options of lovers she had available to her.

The night wouldn't be a total loss for Mom, however, as there was one talent the Good Lord had blessed me with. I could fuck, I mean really fuck, even from my very first time trying. Not only did I have youth and natural athleticism on my side, but hours and hours put into gym to maximize those traits. In short, I was a tireless, fucking machine, and while many young men might make the same claim, I had something else going for me that most of them didn't, and no, it wasn't a ten inch cock. My seven and a half inches proved plenty for most girls, but that wasn't it either. It was that, even with no experience, my sexual stamina level was off the charts, meaning that while all my friends complained about cumming too soon for their girlfriends liking and exchanged ideas on how to last longer I was able to keep fucking away without a care in the world.

Not that I had this superhuman amount of self-control; far from it, I was probably no better than my friends were in this respect. For whatever reason, however, I would barely lose any of my erection after cumming, or feel any of the other post-coital effects like feeling tired or disinterested. I'd cum and cum and just keep fucking away enough to put the horniest rabbi to shame, only needing a few seconds to get over the delirium that comes with orgasm. It would be a small enough of an interruption that I doubt the girl even noticed or cared, especially if she were caught up in the moment, as was usually the case. And so I'd fill their pussies with my sticky semen, as my ejaculations were no less than anyone else, and then start ramming again, with my cum now leaking out of them as I continued on and on.

"Oh James, oh my god James," I could imagine Mom wailing out as the reality of what was happening to her began to sink in. I pictured myself once again lying on top of Mom, her legs were spread wide and my cock was piercing its way through her entrance as she held on for dear life. The look of shock on her face told me what I already knew. There was no way she'd ever been fucked that hard by Dad, or anyone else for that matter; of that I was certain. The twin sized bed we were lying in would be shaking like something from "The Exorcist," and the speed and force of my relentless pounding would send Mom into such a delirium that she might have momentarily wondered if it the actual devil that had forced his unholy cock between her legs.

"Oh... James... oh..." she would barely be able to pant out, breathing so hard that she seemed on the verge of hyperventilation. I decided to give her a moment to rest, sitting up on the bed and noting both our sweat soaked bodies. Mom took the opportunity to not only take a quick breather but to move up onto all fours, with that delicious apple-shaped ass facing me.

"Care for another go?" she said looking back at me, and flashing the wickedest of smiles. She gave her ass a little slap for me, as if I needed anything more to grab my attention, and I got on my knees and positioned myself behind her. I'd already cum twice by now, and I could see the sticky concoction of our juices oozing out of her glistening slit, but amazingly she hadn't cum yet. I was still rock hard though and more than ready to do something about that.

"Ohh... ohhh," Mom cried out as I pushed my cock all the way in with one decisive thrust. She arched her neck up, wincing, slightly looking upwards to help cushion the penetrating force, and all I could think of was what a beautiful whore I had before me. For whatever reason, I felt the urge to grab a handful of Mom's shoulder length, golden brown hair and pull on it as I resumed my relentless pummeling of her womb.

"Oh my god, that's so good, James. Fuck me harder baby, harder..." she exclaimed. With everything I'd already done, she still wanted it in her harder. I couldn't help but smile a little bit; she really was the most delicious whore. I started fucking her, steadily increasing the pace as I found my rhythm once more. It wasn't long before I was jackhammering into her again, every stroke of my cock bottoming out in Mom's pussy as my loins slapped hard against that glorious ass . I could sense it in her body and her voice now. Just a little more and she'd be there...

"That's it baby, yes, yes... oh my god your cock feels so fucking good," she huffed. "That's it James... James!"

"James, James?"

I looked over my shoulder and saw real Mom standing there, wearing a full length, terry cloth robe over... who knows what. I think most of her bedtime wear was on the sexier side, so covering up now was probably for the best.

"Is everything alright, James? I called you a few times just now and you didn't even hear me."

"Uh, yeah, I'm fine," I lied back. Funny how the default response in uncomfortable situations is to lie.

"You've been out here for almost two hours," Mom said. "Aren't you going to bed?"

"What's with the picture?" she asked, coming closer to see what it was. "You looked like you were in your own, little world."

"I remember that day," Mom said with a reminiscing smile now that she saw it too. "I was so proud of you."

"And you were so beautiful," I said. My comment took Mom by surprise, almost making her blush.

"Is something bothering you, dear?" she asked. She could always read me a lot better than I could ever hope to read her.

"Yeah," I said. Maybe this wasn't the best time for this, but if was going to be preaching the virtues of honesty with Mom then I should probably be doing my part.

"I used to look at this picture, and remember what a great day it was despite Dad falling ill. I used to look at you in it and see the same proud Mom that you just spoke of. But now I know it wasn't just pride you were feeling back then. It was other things too, darker secrets involving us. And I suppose I can't look at something this, or you, the same way ever again."

"I don't know what to say, son," Mom began, her voice choking up, "other than I'm sorry."

"You said something the other day, about getting a second chance. Well, to me a second chance starts with honesty, complete honesty, about everything. I'd tell you to go reconcile your soul with Dad first before even trying with me, but he's going through hell right now and the last thing he needs is for you to make his pain worse by confessing all your sins."

"I understand dear," Mom said, "but it's getting late. We'll talk about all of this in the morning, I promise." She turned and began walking back to her room.

"Mom," I said, making her turn again to face me.

"I was looking at the picture, thinking about the party and how Dad had to turn in early and how all the guests left early too. And then I wondered about what it would have been like if you and I had gone back to my room and made love for the rest of the night. I could see It all happening so clearly, almost like watching a movie. I suppose that's why I got distracted."

Mom was speechless, a rarity for her.

"You did?" she finally managed to say.

"Yeah, but doing so only gave me more questions than answers." Mom was still too flustered to say more, and just remained silent for a moment to see if I had anything more to add. I did.

"For what it's worth, it wouldn't been the worst thing in the world if we had slept together that night. In fact, it probably would have been the greatest night of my life."

"Really?" Mom asked, clearly taken completely off guard.

"But there are other things to consider," I continued, "like for one thing, our crimes would not have been victimless."

"You mean your father..." Mom said, barely audible now. She was truly shaken by the direction this discussion had taken.

"Yeah."

"I see, well, like I said, we'll talk about it tomorrow," she barely managed to utter before turning about and leaving. "Goodnight."

**

I slept in the next day, partly due to being fatigued by the three hour drive out here and partly because I'd stayed up so late. When I got to the kitchen, Mom was already there, saying that breakfast was just about ready and that I should meet her on the patio. So, after taking a quick shower I went to meet her for a meal of coffee, waffles, and fresh fruit.

"I can already tell it's going to be a beautiful day," Mom said with one of her radiant smiles. Just looking at her now made it clear to me how much I'd fully succumbed to her feminine charms, knowing how easily I could lose myself the pool of those deep blues and lustrous smiles. Mom was tittering about, getting the last bits of our meal ready, and even in the simple white chino shorts she was wearing it took all my efforts not to let my eyes get stuck on her well-toned thighs and exquisitely curvaceous bum.

"Just take a seat dear and I'll get everything ready," Mom insisted. As much as I enjoyed being pampered like this it wasn't our typical way, but she was in such a bubbly mood I decided to just go with it for now.

"Can't wait to get out on the beach?" I guessed, trying to explain her giddiness.

"Pardon?" she asked.

"I'm just trying to figure out why you're in such a great mood. I assume it's because we haven't been here in a while and you want to lay out on the beach."

"You haven't been here in a while," Mom corrected. "Your dad and I come out a few times a year."

"Then what is it?"

Mom's face became flustered, but in a sweet, cute way.

"It's just... what you said last night really took me by surprise, but once I got over that... well, never in a million years did I think I'd hear you talk like that about us. It meant a lot to me."

It was interesting, almost amusing to me that Mom could so easily filter the part where I said our making love would have been the greatest night of my life from the part where I admonished her.

"I said it because I've insisted you be completely honest with me and that I'm holding myself to the same standard. Sometimes that will mean hearing things you like, but not always, like I still believe you're a liar and a cheat. Some people would argue, 'Once a cheater, always a cheater,' and most times I would agree, but Dad seems to think you can convince me otherwise. The problem with that logic is that he thinks I'm only acting this way because I'm hung up over Melissa..."

"Aren't you though son?" Mom interrupted. Her voice was surprisingly comforting and heartfelt, enough that I probably should have softened by my tone in response, but I was feeling too tightly wound by this point to hold back.

"The problem is that Dad thinks this is all about Melissa," I repeated, "when the reality is that it's about you. He doesn't know you the way I do, he doesn't know his wife is a liar and a cheat. And I don't have the heart to tell him the truth, because he doesn't deserve to hear that shit right now."

Mom was visibly shaken but then I saw an impressive inner strength emerge as she straightened up in her chair to respond.

"James, there's a lot you understand in this but at least as much that you don't. For example, you don't understand motherhood. The bond a woman forms with her child is something that goes beyond what she feels for anyone else, and it doesn't end after nine months. I would gladly sacrifice my life for yours. Often times, married couples develop a similar bond, and in early days with your father I'm sure I felt the same way, but people change, and sometimes couples drift apart. But a mother's love for her son never dies; if anything, it becomes even stronger."

"Mom, of course I feel that bond with you too; I think it fair to say it goes both ways," trying to sound more conciliatory now. "And as far as trying to understand you better, well, I guess that's why I'm here."

"Good James. I know I've hurt you, and hurt you even more through your Dad, but I've told you I don't want that life anymore. That's why I've already said told you things that I wouldn't dream of telling Bryan. I'm hoping that if I come clean about all of this then you'll trust me enough that we can move on."

"Okay then, I'm all ears," I said.

"How about you help me clean up first," Mom said, as we'd both long finished our meals. "Then, if it's alright with you, I wouldn't mind heading out to the beach to talk. I know a nice, secluded spot where no one will bother us, and it's too nice a day to spend indoors."

We set out for the beach which, as I mentioned, was literally only a few minutes' walk from the house, but Mom insisted we go to another area that few people knew of, a small cove that was more than half an hour away. It was well worth it when we got there, however, a strip of white sand hidden between the rocky coasts like some hidden gem.

"Hardly anyone ever comes here," Mom beamed with satisfaction, "but I've been here several times with Byran. It's not a nude beach, but if you don't mind, I'd love to take this off."

Mom was wearing a sleek, one-piece black swimsuit that already showed off a fair amount with its low back and scooped neckline. I wasn't sure I was ready to see her naked, but I could tell she really wanted to take it off, so I gave in. And so I began setting up the bit of gear we brought with us, trying to avert my eyes of the incredible sight of Mom sliding the suit from her shoulders and pulling it all the way off. I still managed to catch a little from the corner of my eye, amazed at how sensual she was in removing her clothing even when not trying to be.

"Why don't you join me, dear?" Mom asked. "No one is going to see."

I turned around and faced Mom, using my beach blanket to hide my already growing erection, trying my best to act mature about all of this then some dumb teenager. Although I managed to keep eye contact with her, it was hard once again not to be in awe of her breasts. I'd had plenty of friends over the years who were practically obsessed with big breasts, and I had no doubt some of them would have dismissed Mom's B cups for being too small, but if shape counts for anything then Mom's were a work of art. Even at her age, they maintained a perfect tear drop shape, minus the tiniest amount of sag which, if anything, made them even more beautiful. All that capped with the sexiest protruding tanned nipples; I always knew Mom's pretty face and ass were her best features but until recently I'd not realized how much I'd underrated her boobs.

"Mom, I..." I stammered.

"Oh come on dear, no need to be shy. "It's just you and me."

"It's not shyness, Mom, its well... I learned a lot about myself these past few weeks, and one of them is that I'm extremely attracted to you. And if I take my trunks off, it's going to be that much more obvious."

"Come on James, that's the last thing that should bother you," Mom chuckled heartily in reply. "I know for a man your age getting a hard-on is about as normal as breathing... and about as easy too. Enjoy being able to get it up so quickly while you still can; it's not going to be like that forever. Besides, for an old gal like me it's a compliment to know that I can still turn on someone your age."

"You're not old Mom, at least not in any way that makes you less attractive."

"Oh stop stalling and get naked," she gaily laughed, sounding more flustered at my remark than I expected. "I'm not going to attack you our anything like that if that's what you're worried about."

I put the beach blanket down, noting that Mom's eyes had immediately moved to the tent in my trunks, and then slid off my remaining clothes. My cock was completely hard now, pointing straight at Mom like it was a diving rod and she was the pool of water to satisfy by dying thirst.

"My," Mom impishly grinned with a look of approval, "you're bigger than I thought."

"Mom..." I began. "Being here with you, like this... I meant what I said before about needing to get my head on straight before doing anything physical, and frankly I don't trust myself completely right now."

"This place is pretty magical isn't it?" Mom replied. "So romantic. I tried to get your dad to make love to me here a few times, but he was too self-conscious, worried that we'd get caught. And so I admit the thought of you fucking me with that delicious cock of yours sounds pretty wonderful right now."

"Maybe we should go somewhere a little less tempting?" I suggested.

"We could have had sex last night, or this morning, or any other time we're alone from now on, James," Mom chuckled. "No, I can respect your wishes, and be strong enough for both of us if need be. And when the time is right, it'll be right for both of us. It will make it that more special the first time."

"Okay, fine then," I replied, moving over to lie on the beach blanket I'd laid out.

"Do you need to... take care of that first?" Mom asked quizzically, motioning towards my still hard as steel dick. "I could go cool off in the water for a while if you want to be alone."

"No, I'll be fine." Blue balls wasn't something I really had a problem with, and I knew that once we got to regular talking my erection would eventually relax on its own. Mom and I got settled in on our beach towels, and surprisingly relaxed with how things were going. I even felt good about the whole erection scene with Mom, as Dad had told me several times about all the anxiety she was going though, worried that I didn't find her attractive. Well, I was certain those concerns were now put to rest, as Mom seemed noticeably more at ease. I liked and believed what she said about waiting for me when it came having a sexual relationship. I felt like I'd established some boundaries with her that bode well for the future.